When I was a boy I had nothing but wind in my head. Once I saw a child with a rag tied over his eyes running around in a yard, until his perfect confidence was abruptly destroyed when he ran into the garden fence. For a long time I lived my life just like that child. I never asked about the why of things, but limited myself to staying inside events with adventurous fervor, as red faced and astonished as if I had just finished a long race.
(Carlo Sgorlon, The Wooden Throne)
Carlo Sgorlon, novelist, born July 26, 1930, died December 25, 2009.
